Thinking this morning about the several partners that I have had through the years. Every one of then left a special feather on my soul.
Tickling has been a constant itch for most of my life even when it didn't really make any sense.
Growing up at the beach afforded many opportunities to watch feet, bellies, bikinis, and other watchful eyes.
It was a great place to be as I was growing up, but it also left many what ifs, and if only's.
Maybe if I had more confidence...
Maybe if I talked differently...
Maybe if I hadn't brought up her feet so quick...😂
The times when I played my tickle cards right, and scored even just a poke with a funny reaction from the twitchy recipient, and they became instant partners in my mind.
At the end of the day tickling, touch, laughter, and nerves are a gift.
Many never venture very far down the rabbit hole of how erotic, and fun that our gifts can really be.
We call ourselves ticklephiles, ticklers, ticklees. switches, and so on.
We take paint brushes and create laughter when we strike them across a belly button, or under someones toes.
We use hair brushes, feathers, and other objects to stimulate every part of our partners nervous system.
We use our fingertips, nails, and lips to make joy for the person willing to be an instrument of laughter, and excitement when we get the urges to play.
That's a gift to the person who is ready, and willing to receive it. It's a gift to everyone who joins in as well.
Some of us might be less healthy than we used to be, but the lighthearted stories, and conversations that we deliberate over on TMF keeps the inner joy, and kinesthetic arousal that we still have in our nerves tinging with nostalgia, and memories from a time when we were more capable, energetic, and carefree.
Those old feelings don't go away, and these ticklish reactions are just another part of our eternal souls that remind us of who we really are.
I'm grateful for the old playmates who gave me the tickle experience, and the confidence to find more persuasive ways to talk about tickling, and playing the funny games that we play.
Even the ones who rolled there eyes, and said that I was strange...😂(Maybe I was)
You don't learn unless you hit the wall a few times; right?
Laughter is a gift, and many of us have a VERY robust way of inducing that laughter, ticklish stimulation, and terrible nervous recoils.😂
Many thanks to those who have helped grow each others gift.
Whether you are telling stories, asking probing questions, dangling your pretty feet out of a car window, tickling your mate, or commenting on another enticing tickle video;
You are helping each one of our gifts flourish, and grow.
I commend all of you.
Thanks for sharing your version of this gift that we all have.
Thanks for reading.😉
Tickling has been a constant itch for most of my life even when it didn't really make any sense.
Growing up at the beach afforded many opportunities to watch feet, bellies, bikinis, and other watchful eyes.
It was a great place to be as I was growing up, but it also left many what ifs, and if only's.
Maybe if I had more confidence...
Maybe if I talked differently...
Maybe if I hadn't brought up her feet so quick...😂
The times when I played my tickle cards right, and scored even just a poke with a funny reaction from the twitchy recipient, and they became instant partners in my mind.
At the end of the day tickling, touch, laughter, and nerves are a gift.
Many never venture very far down the rabbit hole of how erotic, and fun that our gifts can really be.
We call ourselves ticklephiles, ticklers, ticklees. switches, and so on.
We take paint brushes and create laughter when we strike them across a belly button, or under someones toes.
We use hair brushes, feathers, and other objects to stimulate every part of our partners nervous system.
We use our fingertips, nails, and lips to make joy for the person willing to be an instrument of laughter, and excitement when we get the urges to play.
That's a gift to the person who is ready, and willing to receive it. It's a gift to everyone who joins in as well.
Some of us might be less healthy than we used to be, but the lighthearted stories, and conversations that we deliberate over on TMF keeps the inner joy, and kinesthetic arousal that we still have in our nerves tinging with nostalgia, and memories from a time when we were more capable, energetic, and carefree.
Those old feelings don't go away, and these ticklish reactions are just another part of our eternal souls that remind us of who we really are.
I'm grateful for the old playmates who gave me the tickle experience, and the confidence to find more persuasive ways to talk about tickling, and playing the funny games that we play.
Even the ones who rolled there eyes, and said that I was strange...😂(Maybe I was)
You don't learn unless you hit the wall a few times; right?
Laughter is a gift, and many of us have a VERY robust way of inducing that laughter, ticklish stimulation, and terrible nervous recoils.😂
Many thanks to those who have helped grow each others gift.
Whether you are telling stories, asking probing questions, dangling your pretty feet out of a car window, tickling your mate, or commenting on another enticing tickle video;
You are helping each one of our gifts flourish, and grow.
I commend all of you.
Thanks for sharing your version of this gift that we all have.
Thanks for reading.😉
